There's More Too It
Okay this idea kind of came to me after my first play through hopefully you guy's enjoy.
"Comm…Shep…com…answer me…dam…Comma…"
Shepard reached up pulling the ear piece out before throwing it to the floor in front of his feet. Three choices, one destroy the Reapers, two – damn Illusive man was right – Control the Reapers, and three synthesize the whole entire galaxy. Shepard shook his head. Why him? Why did he have to have the visions? Why did he have to stop Saren and Sovereign? Why did he have to work with Cerberus? Why did he have to stop the Collectors? Why did he have to unite a galaxy and do everything? All he wanted to do was curl up with Miranda and forget everything. Why did they have to pick him? Why didn't they listen?
"Choose," the tiny voice of a boy broke Shepard's concentration.
Shepard nodded. He wasn't the Illusive Man, he wouldn't do that to the galaxy and he wouldn't synthesize everyone either. He made his way slowly, with a limp over towards the overload canister. He just had to fire at it. Blow it up and the Reapers would die. Shepard continued dragging his aching bleeding body over to it. Firing shot after shot at it. This was for Joker; this was Ashley, Garrus, Wrex, everyone who died to get to this point. This was for humanity and every other damn race in the galaxy. This was for those who didn't believe. For those who did believe. This was for Miranda and her sister. A tear slipped from his eyes at the final bullet. He had promised to find Miranda, he kept his promises but this one…he wouldn't be able too. He just hoped she wouldn't hold out so long on the next guy she fell in love with, she deserved to be happy. The last thing he saw wasn't the flash of fire that erupted from the explosion but Miranda smiling at him.
Hackett and every other living soul ducked at the loud explosion. Turning to see the Crucible erupt in bright red electricity and orange flames, sending its blast throughout the Sol System and hopefully beyond. He did it. He had actually pulled off what everyone thought was the impossible. Hackett shook his head; the cost was too great but a necessity. They had lost billions of human's, the number of alien's they had lost totaled in the trillions. The Reapers had devastated the entire Milky Way but for once he could breathe a sigh of relief as he watched the Reaper's float hollowly in the dark empty zone of space.
"Ten minutes till we reach the Mass Relay Commander."
Shepard sat up heaving, sweat dripping from his brow as he looked around his surroundings. No Reaper forces, no explosions, no fleet. Shepard glanced down at himself, expecting to see charred skin and flesh, bone showing. But nothing – nadda a burn, nadda a mark.
"Commander I think Captain Anderson would prefer if you were ready for your mission."
"Anderson?" Shepard muttered under his breath before looking around his quarters. SSV Normandy quarter's, he'd remember them anywhere.
Shepard ran a hand over his face wiping whatever built up sweat there was. Last thing he remembered was firing at the Crucible and Miranda. Shepard shook his head. To vivid to be a dream.
"Five minutes from Relay jump to Eden Prime Commander."
Shepard glanced towards the door where he had thought the VI's voice had come from, "Eden Prime?" he muttered once again under his breath. What the hell was going on?
Short I know but there'll be more chapters to come. Hope you guy's enjoyed.